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This is chapter 7!
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Legolas peered around the corner if the room looking for any signs of the healer and her son, thankfully they were nowhere to be seen. Legolas hesitantly hopped into the hall placing his good arm on the wall for support. As he passed each room he gently opened the door searching for his desired occupant. It was when peered inside the fifth room he was granted his desire.
Lasanden lay on a bed- or rather, two beds that had been pushed together to accommodate his height. His brother had sheen of sweat covering his half naked body while his face and lips were the palest Legolas had ever seen. The only colour that showed on Lasanden was the unhealthy flush of his cheeks, the multiple bruising from broken ribs along his chest with the fading glow of his Mayan. Legolas gasped at the poor condition his brother was in. Are these Dwarves idiots! He thought in exasperation.
Legolas hobbled into the room and noticed a bowl filled with water next to the bed with a cloth in it. How convenient Legolas thought sarcastically as he wet the cloth and started dabbing his brother's torso. If only they had the wit to use it. Lasanden jerked away from the cold water, groaning from the movement of his broken bones.
"It's alright" Legolas crooned, dabbing his brother face with the wet cloth "I'm here" Lasanden's chest convulsed in a round of coughs, while his body convulsed in pain the coughing persisted. Legolas cradled his brother's upper body with his good arm letting Lasanden's head loll on his shoulder.
It took, what seemed like an eternity but finally Lasanden's body relaxed. Legolas blew out a sigh of relief and slowly lowered Lasanden back onto the bed. He tried to be as gentle as he could but his brother still groaned in pain. "I wish I could make it go away." Legolas sobbed. "I wish I could take all of the pain away." Silent tears rolled down Legolas' face.
He absentmindedly traced his fingers along his brothers Mayan. He remembered, with a small smile, when his brother had told him what the strange mark was.
Legolas dipped the quill into the ink again and brought it to his chest drawing the last line of his 'Mayan'. He hopped down from his bed and went to his bathing chamber to peer into the looking glass. A slow smile spread across his face and he let out a small cry of glee.
Now I'm just like Ada and Lasanden. He thought happily. The door to his chamber opened and Lasanden strode in.
"Legolas you are late for mid day meal." He called. Legolas ran out of his bathing chamber and into his brother's arms.
"Look" Legolas chirped. "I look just like you and Ada now." Lasanden held Legolas away from his tunic, lest the ink stained his garment.
"What have you done Legolas?" His brother asked, trying to hide his mirth at the latest scandal of his youngest brother.
"I don't have a Mayan like you and ada so I drew one." At that Lasanden couldn't hold back a chuckle. Legolas frowned.
"Why are you laughing at me?" he asked, a small frown forming between his fair brows.
Lasanden stopped laughing immediately and looked down at the small elfling fondly. "I'm sorry, little one. But we have to wash it off." He said in all seriousness. "All of your clothes will get stained." Legolas frowned, but nodded. Lasanden tilted his small chin up and looking into his eyes. "That's very good of you, Legolas." The young one smiled at the praise while his older brother led him into the bathing chamber.
Lasanden wet a cloth and gently started wiping away the ink drawing. "Legolas" Lasanden began. "Do you know why Adar and I have a Mayan?" Legolas shook his head. "All wood elves have a strong connection to the forest, but none so much as the ruler of the realm." Legolas listened intently as his brother spoke in a soothing tenor. "The Mayan is a special mark; it only appears on those who have a physical and spiritual connection the forest. Because Adar is king, he feels what the forest feels he can sense what it senses. The Mayan connects the ruler of the forest to it in a bond that lasts throughout the ages." Lasanden untied the lacings of his tunic so Legolas could see his Mayan. The bark of the tree design pulsed with the beating of Lasanden's heart. "Because one day I will be king, I was born with a Mayan, like adar."
Legolas looked down processing all the information Lasanden had told him. "So I will never have one?" Legolas asked. Lasanden put the cloth away and dried his little brother's chest with a soft towel.
"I'm afraid not, little one." Legolas frowned but nodded. "Let's go Adar and Naneth are waiting."
Legolas leaned his head on a nearby pillow holding his brother's clammy hand. Until he fell fast asleep watching the slow pulse of the mystical mark that was Lasanden's Mayan.
"What" Thranduil hissed, from his throne "What do you mean they aren't there!" The messenger cringed at the King's tone and avoided his harsh gaze.
"My Lord" He began hesitantly "The warriors searched every corner of the cave and found no trace of your son's."
"Except for this" Thranduil shouted as he threw Legolas' blood stained tunic on the ground at the messengers feet. Mirineth placed a restraining hand on her husband's arm from her throne next to him. He glanced at her strained face and took a deep breath to calm himself. "What else?" Thranduil asked, now under control of his emotions.
"We located a tunnel in the cave, dwarf tracks littered the ground along with what appears to be boots being dragged against the cave floor. We scouted the tracks and they led to Erebor." Mirineth let out a strangled cry as Thranduil's face paled. Dwarves had his children; Dwarves had taken his children away from him!
Thranduil stood up abruptly, ignoring the dizziness it caused from his earlier exertion. "Assemble a war party." He demanded. The messenger bowed and hastily retreated to do the king's bidding. Mirineth walked next to her husband placing her arm in the crook of his elbow.
"You should rest." She said placing a delicate hand on the side of his face. "You have not yet regained your strength." Thranduil sighed running his hand over his weary face. Mirineth led him to their bedroom and sat him on the bed, fetching his some wine from the flask of the table.
She gave him the wine with a trembling hand; he pulled her into his lap and cradled her head under his chin, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.
"They're hurting" She sobbed into his chest. "I can feel it. I can feel their pain." She felt the warmth of Thranduil's Mayan pulsing under her ear along with his strong heartbeat. He cupped her face in between his hands forcing her to meet his gaze.
"I swear to you, I will get our son's back," Tranduil paused, his gaze suddenly turning as cold as ice. "and if they have been harmed, there will be no place above or below ground for them to hide. I will find them. I will leave them broken, and shattered."
Please Review! Tell me what you think of the whole Mayan thing, I've been thinking about it for a while now.
To tell you the truth I can't take full credit for Thranduil's last line. I took parts of it from the Golden Compass, when the king guy is talking about rescuing the children, but I think it fit.
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